Thursday, December 6, 2012

!SCOPALIMINE SERIES: COLUMBUS FILES! (ELO!)

Christopher Columbus: Extracts from Journal
excerpts from this site - http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/source/columbus1.asp
(this is a fictional story based upon christopher columbus' voyage to the americas. non of this is history but is up for speculation)
PAGES of his MIND
'Whereas, Most Christian, High, Excellent, and Powerful Princes, King and Queen of Spain and of the Islands of the Sea, our Sovereigns, this present year' 1482 friday the 3rd we 'set sail from the bar of Saltes at 8 o'clock, and proceeded with a strong breeze till sunset, sixty miles or fifteen leagues south, afterwards southwest and south by west, which is the direction of the Canaries'.

'At sunset Martin Alonzo called out with great joy from his vessel that he saw land, and demanded of the Admiral a reward for his intelligence. The Admiral says, when he heard him declare this, he fell on his knees and returned thanks to God, and Martin Alonzo with his crew repeated Gloria in excelsis Deo, as did the crew of the Admiral. Those on board the Nina ascended the rigging, and all declared they saw land. The Admiral also thought it was land, and about twenty-five leagues distant. They remained all night repeating these affirmations, and the Admiral ordered their course to be shifted from west to southwest where the land appeared to lie.'The sea was very smooth and many of the sailors went in it to bathe, saw many dories and other fish.'Four tropic birds came to the ship, which is a very clear sign of land, for so many birds of one sort together show that they are not straying about, having lost themselves.' 'Twice, saw two pelicans; many weeds. The constellation called Las Gallardias, which at evening appeared in a westerly direction, was seen in the northeast the next morning, making no more progress in a night of nine hours, this was the case every night, as says the Admiral. At night the needles varied a point towards the northwest, in the morning they were true, by which it appears that the polar star moves, like the others, and the needles are always right.'
'Continued their course west and sailed twelve miles an hour, for two hours, then eight miles an hour. Sailed till an hour after sunrise, twenty-three leagues; reckoned to the crew eighteen. At sunrise the caravel Nina, who kept ahead on account of her swiftness in sailing, while all the vessels were striving to outsail one another, and gain the reward promised by the King and Queen by first discovering land--hoisted a flag at her mast head, and fired a lombarda, as a signal that she had discovered land, for the Admiral had given orders to that effect. He had also ordered that the ships should keep in close company at sunrise and sunset, as the air was more favorable at those times for seeing at a distance. Towards evening seeing nothing of the land which the Nina had made signals for, and observing large flocks of birds coming from the North and making for the southwest, whereby it was rendered probable that they were either going to land to pass the night, or abandoning the countries of the north, on account of the approaching winter, he determined to alter his course'...

'the rudder of the caravel Pinta became loose, being broken or unshipped. It was believed that this happened by the contrivance of Gomez Rascon and Christopher Quintero, who were on board the caravel, because they disliked the voyage. The Admiral says he had found them in an unfavorable disposition before setting out.' Little does my fellow admiral know that it wasn't Rascon and Quintero who were to blame. I had other plans unbeknownst to anyone on ship. No one could know the treasure that laid before us. We are not in the search of new land for territory itself. Such plains cannot be taken over by brute force alone. We are in the search of a rumored commodity that according to ancient legend has the power to control masses. This will be essential to our voyage for undiscovered land without which our intentions will be all in vain!

we continued to sail without a 'working' rudder towards what we 'thought' would be hours til see-able land but i knew we were fastly approaching the isle of columbia. upon passing through a dark cloud there was a series of commotions from within the ship: sounds of explosions, groans and loud shrieks. I knew perfectly well what was going on. my two men, Rascon and Quintero, were set loose to do my bidding. all the inhabitants of the ship were killed. I no longer had use of them. where we were going only a few could follow. what treasure we would possess all eyes could not behold. this was a sacrifice we had to make for the voyage. 

once the noise died down the ship came to a abrupt halt that slammed us onto the ground. apparently we had crashed. waking up less than a hour later we hear people speaking a foreign language searching the boat. not wanting to be found with the aid of the dense fog i escaped with some luggage into the woods. spending the night in the forest i climbed up a tree to see past the clouds in order see the direction towards the city so that i could write a map. 

in the morning i made my way through the forest in the direction of the city. seeing a lonesome traveler i jumped him for his clothes and belongings in order to fit in. within his bags i found white dust dispersed all throughout the bottom. knowing what it was i quickly tucked the evidence away from sight. as i was doing this i was approached by a few men. they grabbed a hold of me and took my bags. apparently they thought i was the lonesome traveler whom i had recently jumped. leading me away they threw me into a cell in order to be interrogated with one of his surviving men. 

the archeologist: where are we? what happened?

the detective: i don't know. i remember us opening that diary.

the archeologist: that's all i can remember as well.

two police officers come through the door of a jail cell. 

police officer 1: do you two men know why you are here?

the detective: no officer we were simply reading a book.

the archeologist: where is it by the way?

police officer 2: you have been convicted with mass murder. we found you the only people alive in a coffee shop with dead bodies all laid throughout the store.

the detective: it wasn't us.

the archeologist: thats impossible i would never do that!

police officer 1: the hand finger prints on these knives you see here match yours.

police officer 2: we even have evidence from the surveillance cam. you guys are murderers.

shows them the video

the archeologist: we were set up you gotta believe us. that isn't us!

the detective: no, aah. officer i think you got this all wrong. i can explain everything if you bring us that book we left behind.

the officer pulls out columbus' diary

police officer 1: oh you mean this?

the archeologist: yes! thats it!

police officer 2: for murders you two seem to be well educated distinguished men. let me guess your a teacher?

the archeologist: no, im a archeologist.

the detective: now officer, if you don't mind, i want to show you this book my friend over here found. if you open it i will explain why we are here.

the officer opens the book and immediately the detective blows on the pages while hand cuffed and sedates the two police men. 

the detective: now i want you both to un cuff us and hand over our bags while we take your clothes.

the archeologist: what are you doing?! we are already convicted criminals.

the detective: you don't understand it was the devils breath. it was in the book.

the archeologist: so this was what colombus was after?

the detective: yes, ill explain later lets just get out of here while we can.

the two men leave the cell with their bags and set up a hut on the outskirts of the city nearby the forest. it is then that columbus begins to write within the first pages of his diary as he experiments with the prize object of his voyage.      

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